Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.